Uvalde Weeps – A Sermon On Jeremiah 31:15-17

Have you seen the front page of today’s newspaper? It’s the first issue since the shooting. When I saw the front page this morning I said to myself, “That’s what I feel like.” Look at it. There’s a date, May…

Prayer For Uvalde – Lament And Hope, Light In The Darkness

i The following liturgy will be prayed this evening, May 26, 2022, at 6:00 p.m. central time in person and online at St. Philip's Episcopal Church, Uvalde, Texas. Officiant: Light and peace, in Jesus Christ our Lord.People: Thanks be to…

Light And Bells For Uvalde

To symbolize our prayers for Uvalde, the lives that were lost and the families, friends, and loved ones who are grieving, we will light 22 luminarias for 22 days outside St. Philip's Episcopal Church & School. Similarly, at noon each day…

Battling For The Heart Of Humanity – A Sermon on 1 Samuel 17:1, 4-11, 19-23, 32-49

We all face giants, Philistines, in our lives. Sometimes it’s personal and unique to our particular situation. Goliath might be an illness, loneliness, the loss of a loved one. Maybe a rift in a relationship is standing tall. Or maybe it feels as if your life is moving out of control and you’re powerless to do anything. Other times Goliath might be more systemic. It’s mass shootings in our country, violence throughout the world, war in the middle east, racism, immigration. Goliath shows up in lots of ways. 

Every time Goliath shows up the battle lines are drawn. The battle is not, however, what we often think it is.

The Wilderness Of Gun Violence – A Sermon On Mark 1:9-15

The First Sunday in Lent - Mark 1:9-15 I don’t know how I can stand before you today with any sense of integrity and faithfulness and not say something about the Florida shooting. Something has to be said. I’m just…

For Las Vegas, We Cry To You O Lord – A Litany Of Prayer

O Lord of life, the God of our salvation, who bears our burdens: Our lives and world have once again been shaken by violence and gunfire; this time in Las Vegas. We are weary because of our groaning. Every night we flood our bed with tears and drench our couch with weeping. Our eyes waste away with grief. Our spirit shakes with terror. How long, O Lord, how long?

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